Lukas cries. I can hear Brigitte trying to soothe him. I quickly tug a brush through my hair and head downstairs.
This is a good reminder that my first priority will forever and always be Lukas. He needs me and I’m all he has. I can’t let him down.
Brigitte and Erik are both leaning over Lukas, who is lying on the floor, making faces and cooing at him. Lukas doesn’t seem to appreciate their efforts even the littlest bit. He’s wailing, red-faced, and angry.
“I think he’s hungry,” I explain, bending down gingerly to pick him up.
Brigitte sits down on the sofa. She already looks exhausted after fifteen minutes of babysitting. “Are you nursing? Formula is so much easier. And just as good for the baby.”
“Nursing is free,” I reply, making a show of unhooking my nursing bra to give Erik ple
